After more than two years of careful care by Shang Wuxie, Wang Wenshuo not only recovered from his body, but also his heartache healed a lot. Although it was his habit for many years to show off his cold and smelly face all day long, whenever Shang Wuxie appeared in his bedroom, the maids could clearly find that the smile on King Qi's face was much more than usual...
But whenever someone makes a point, he always denies it...
Today, Xiaoqi, who really couldn't stand the other party's sluggishness, simply found three maids, one was responsible for secretly observing, and two were responsible for recording his every word and action of the day in detail. At that time, even what he had said, laughed a few times, and wrote them all clearly when they were there, and how he still refused to recognize it!
In fact... Xiaoqi's arrangement is purely unnecessary...
Although Wang Wenshuo dares not say that he has recovered as before, with his current strength, it is easy to secretly find this vassal palace that is dozens of times smaller than the capital! It is easy to get it!
So others are still here now, and it is already the most direct evidence to escape back to Daliang before they can... Why bother to remember...
"Okay! You've been practicing sword for almost an hour. Sit down and rest for a while? Well! The tea has been brewed for you."
While sitting on the stone bench, Shang Wuxie urged and wiped the "love gun" in his hand. This was the treasure she bought from Japan for a lot of money. It was said that it was the most advanced flintlock rifle in the entire Europe. It was built by Britain and then transported by Dutch merchant ships to Japan from thousands of miles away.
Whether it is range or accuracy, it is many times stronger than the existing convex guns in Japan. The only disadvantage is that the gun body is still made of pure iron, and iron... has the most troublesome common problem, that is, it is easy to rust...
Since buying this gun, Shang Wuxie has spent money to buy a ancestor. He applied oil at least once a day and wiped it again. Otherwise, rust would appear on the barrel within two days, and it would be in terrible!
But he has always been a straightforward personality, but he has patience and resilience in this gun, which is difficult for ordinary people to understand. It has been more than two years since it has been done by oiling or wiping, and he has never stopped. He is like the man in front of him... he will never be tired...
"I'm not tired... I'll practice for a while. After all, after lying in bed for two years, if you don't practice kung fu..." Wang Wenshuo answered intermittently while changing various sword moves.
But Shang Wuxie, who had been sitting on the stone bench for an hour, could not hear this anyway. He put the musket on the stone table and walked straight towards Wang Wenshuo. The maid next to him was so scared that he shouted: "The princess can't go now!! It's dangerous!!"
It was the maid's exclamation that made Wang Wenshuo move his gaze back, and it was this time that made him see Shang Wuxie who was slowly approaching! He quickly stopped the move, but it was still a little late. At this time, the sword edge was not about to stop until it was less than an inch away from Shang Wuxie's neck!
"You are crazy!!??? I'll be dead!!??"
Wang Wenshuo roared at the top of his lungs, and even the blue veins on his forehead burst out!!
But facing Wang Wenshuo with anger, Shang Wuxie just smiled slightly, turned around and pointed to the teapot on the stone table, and said casually: "Go and have a tea... take a break..."
Wang Wenshuo frowned, and he didn't know how to vent his anger. In the end, he could only insert the sword in his hand to the ground like a deflated ball, strode to the stone table and lift the teacup, but he still looked angry, and Shang Wuxie couldn't help laughing...
So he jumped to the face of Wang Wenshuo, who was angry and asked softly: "What? Are you afraid of hurting me just now? Are you afraid of... accidentally losing me??"
"You--!!" Wang Wenshuo's eyebrows stood up in anger, and finally slapped the teacup on the table, muttering in a low voice: "Crazy woman!!"
But Shang Wuxie was not only not angry after hearing this sentence, but he became happier. He put his face closer, then looked at his eyes and said loudly: "Do you care if I'm crazy? Anyway, I believe your sword will stop. I just want you to feel the fear of losing me... Alas! To be honest! Are you afraid just now??"
When Wang Wenshuo heard this, he immediately turned his head silently with a dark face and didn't look at her... But Shang Wuxie did it on purpose, so how could he let him go easily? He turned around and pressed him in front of him again, and asked with a smile: "Are you afraid? To be honest, it's difficult? Is it the kind that my heart is about to pop out of my throat just now? Is it afraid that I will never see me again in the future?"
"Um……"
This time... Wang Wenshuo actually admitted it himself...
This was completely beyond Shang Wuxie's expectations. She was just trying to tease him, but she never expected that this thousand-year-old wood would admit it in person!
She was stunned for a while, and gradually became a big blush again. She stopped asking questions or forcing him anymore. Instead, she sat back on the stone bench and continued to wipe the gun... Her face was filled with smiles that were overwhelming...
At this moment, the air returned to tranquility again, leaving only two young men and girls with red faces and silent faces sitting on their own stone benches, one drinking tea silently and the other wiping the gun silently... The maid tried her best to hold back her laughter, and then secretly hid aside...
It was not until a long time before I heard Wang Wenshuo stammeringly ask: "Are you not tired of using this gun all day long? Just this fire stick... do you really like it so much?"
Once this is said, let’s see that you are still alive…
The shyness on his face instantly disappeared, gradually turned into a look of disgust, and looked at Wang Wenshuo extremely stiffly, even the name became much more distant...
"Your Highness King Qi... If you can't speak, please don't speak... Okay? What is a fire stick? I spent a lot of money!! The most advanced flintlock rifle I bought from Europe!! The most advanced!!!"
"Oh..." Wang Wenshuo replied with a word lightly, but did not explain much, but picked up the teacup on the table and showed an undeniable smile... directly made Shang Wuxie's face so angry that it almost turned as white as his hair...
"What do you mean!? Look down on my musket!? Don't think that you Liang Guo won..."
"When I was in Jinan before, my father asked someone to send me a musket... It was just made by Qi Hua in Yingxian Courtyard..." Wang Wenshuo interrupted Shang Wuxie without waiting for Shang Wuxie to finish his words. He originally thought that as soon as this was said, the other party would beg him to describe the details of the gun, but he still didn't understand women after all, because the first sentence Shang Wuxie replied at this time was...
"I don't want to hear her from you anymore!!"
"Who?? Qihua?"
"You! You still said it!!"
"Okay...I won't say... Then just talk about guns..."
"She made it!! I don't want to know either!!"
"But that gun is really much stronger than yours! I have seen you test shoot this gun. I dare say that whether it is power or accurate, yours is like hers! It's like a fire stick!"
"Ah—!!!! I can't stand it anymore—!! You can stay here by yourself!"
Shang Wuxie shouted and ran out of the garden with his ears covered, but she didn't notice that it was her father standing outside the door wall of the garden at this time...
He has been standing outside the door... peeking for a long time...
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"Your Highness... Your Highness, the princess, is that minister going to call the King of Qi?"
"No!" The old king hurriedly grabbed Gong Ran, and then gradually showed a bad smile...
"Go and prepare a portion of Hehuan Powder. At the dinner...... I summoned them to the palace, and the family... the banquet..."
"Ah!??The King!! You...!!"
"Tsk! Just follow your orders! Other things..."
"Yes! I understand... I don't ask... I... I'll prepare now..."
"Well...go..."
The old king nodded slowly, then watched Gong Ran walk away, then turned his head to look at Wang Wenshuo who was drinking tea...
You can tolerate it... I have to force me to push you...
Hahahahaha...
Then let's see whose methods...better...
Thinking of this, the old king turned around angrily and walked back to his hall with crutches...